*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:

*looks up, head cocked* Name? Jazzyln Chance Taylor. *watches you*

*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:

*grins, as if knowing something you don't* They call me Tid Bit. Streetwise always used to say I'd always get my tid bit out of a anything I wanted. Name stuck. *grins*

*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:

May 15th, age 7. You do the math, since you know how to write and all. *it's almost like she's mocking you, with that glint in her eyes*

*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:

*laughs* Never had anyone ask me THAT before! Well, as you said, I'll humor you. Brown eyes, golden blond hair. I wear a dress for selling; pants that cut off at my knees and a white shirt when I don't feel like wearing this rag. *glances down at her current outfit*

Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:

*raises eyesbrows* I guess you could call me nice and kind. I've been told that I scare people sometimes. I've also been told I act way too mature for my age. *grins*

*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:

*shakes her head* Nope. Streetwise didn't make it through the winter. He got really sick, coughing and throwing up and the whole bit. I miss him, he was my only friend. *momentary flash of pain in her eyes* *resumes looking at you*

*nods some and taps the pen on the paper* And, uh, you got anyone special in your life right now? *grins* You know what I mean.:

*flinches* No. I'm only interested in guys as friends.

So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:

*shakes her head again* Nope. Streetwise found me when I was just a little one in an alley. Said my parents abandoned me. So as far as I'm concerned, I have no family. Well, except for when Streetwise was alive.

*sighs, looking at the next question* Now you don't gotta say, but it'd be nice if you at least gave me something to write down... how'd you come to live at this fine place? *small smile*:

I didn't live too far from here when I had lived with Streetwise. Actually, it was just a couple of blocks down. We passed this place every morning to get our papes. Streetwise said I was born a newsie. *smiles, eyes flickering* When Streetwise died, I lived in the "room" till the land lord kicked me out. Which was a couple of weeks ago. Decided to try my luck here, keep on selling the papes.

*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:

You got a fine place here. Brooklyn's a great place to live, as long as you don't piss any of us off. *grins, meaning every word of it.* Well, I'll be seeing you. *nods her head, then head out the door*